Still, moving

What to about this dormant situation that clouds all others. It is a constant, this numbness and a feeling of severed connectivity. Need is there to act and make real these thoughts. There is a problem of space, too little on one side perhaps (who knows) and not enough on the other. How does this space problem resolve itself. Did it happen whilst I watched, keeping a distance, hoping eternally for a sign that would justify these dormant situations to continue. All green jars turned inwards and continued, as it does now, without, but also with. Also, it is organisation and planning and clinical psychological. The only way may be to forget and make alive these dormant thoughts, on the violin, plucked pity and a melody of a solo tune - forgetting the fact that this might be deemed. (who knows)